Chapter 49
Chapter Forty-Nine
Sam
I ’ve made my fair share of mistakes in my time, but never have I been willing to put it all on the line for forgiveness like I am now. I wasn’t lying when I told Naomi that I’d walk away from everything. I’d do it still if that’s what it takes to prove to her that she’s my priority.
She told me that she forgives me for what I said, and I believe her. I also know that I’m going to spend the next few years showing her every single day that I’m her biggest supporter. No matter what path her career takes. And yes, that means if she decides she wants to accept the job at The Sands that my other partners are dying to give her, I’ll welcome her to the team with open arms.
Hell, it might be kind of nice to have her around me every second of every day. I’m not sure now why I ever thought that could be a bad thing. She helps me focus on my purpose in life. She shows me the beauty in every little flower and brass doorknob and crown molding. She makes me want to be a better man, a better version of myself. Having her at work might very well be an asset.
“You got some sun,” Naomi observes, running her fingers over my forehead to brush my hair behind my ear as we lean against the low countertop in the main room of my house.
Our house.
We managed to sneak away after a full tour of the party, everyone smiling and offering thanks and congratulations to me, greetings and hugs to Naomi. She met so many happy faces, I’m sure she’ll never remember everyone’s name.
“Yeah, I spent a bit too long in a chaise lounge by the pool yesterday. Luckily I have great employees looking out for me or I’d be a lobster.”
She narrows her eyes at me with a sly smile, questioning, but I just shake my head. “Later, okay? I’ll tell you the whole story of my stakeout and nap by the pool later, but right now…” I drop to my knees before her and run my hands up her bare thighs and over the swell of her hips to hold her as I place kiss after kiss to her navel, her stomach, and her hip bones. “I have something else in mind that doesn’t involve talking.”
“Oh, really?”
I nod. “Do you want to get your phone set up?”
Naomi’s mouth parts in surprise but then she closes it and shakes her head. “Not this time.”
“Oh, really? Just you and me, the old-fashioned way?”
She smiles and nods. I can see a twinge of sadness there, but also joy. I get that. These last couple of days have been a lot. I’m just grateful we made it out the other side.
And I’m ready to show her.
“New bedroom, loft, or sofa? Shower?” I ask as I pull her sweaty top off and toss it onto a stool.
“You choose,” she whispers as she steps side to side to allow me to slide her shorts off.
I stand and take her in, naked and smiling in our living room, hands on my hips. “If it’s up to me, I’m going to choose all of them.”
Naomi just shrugs, and I pull her to me, wrapping her naked body in my arms.
“Starting with the kitchen.”
She lets out a little shriek and laughs as I start to march her backwards, still held tightly in my arms, toward the back door of this house and over the stone path to the little detached kitchen. I kick the door closed behind us and finally release her.
She takes a few steps back until she’s leaning against the waist-heigh, butcher block counter.
I bare my teeth as she leans back on her elbows, offering her breasts and pebbled nipples to me like a feast. I drop to my knees and lick each one, up and around, before capturing her nipples and nibbling until she’s moaning and rubbing her thighs together.
My hand slides up her thigh and finds her core, already wet for me. “Is the thought of being bent over the kitchen counter turning you on, princess?”
She bites her lip. “The thought of you bending me over anywhere turns me on.”
I raise my eyebrows at that, lifting myself to my feet and spinning her so those lovely breasts rest right on the counter as I press myself into her back. “Well, I've got a thing for kitchen sex. And I’ve been thinking about taking you in the kitchen since you made me breakfast that first morning. Do you remember that?”
“I remember what you told me. That you were pretending it was your life. I was pretending too.”
The thought of the two of us there, so ignorant to all that was going to happen.
The thought of myself there, so lost and untethered. Grasping blindly for a way out of what I saw as a lifetime of loneliness. Little did I know my rock was standing right there, flipping bacon.
I hadn’t even let myself consider the possibility that whatever little spark we both felt between us that morning could be kindled into a flame. It was too impossible, the mountain too high to summit.
But I’d let myself fantasize. And in those fantasies, she was bent over the counter, just like she is right now.
“Don’t move,” I say as I lower myself back down to my knees on the cool tile floor.
The round spread of her ass and pussy greet me like a smile as I spread her legs wider to reveal the treasure between them.
I hear a growl escape my lips that sounds too animalistic to have come from me. Naomi responds by opening herself wider, and I take the hint, diving in tongue first.
Her sweetness makes my mouth water as I lick from her entrance to her clit, swirling up and around, pausing when her moan deepens and working her soft flesh until she’s panting. When I reach up and slide my fingers into her, the wetness that greets me there nearly makes my eyes roll back in my head. I don’t want to rush her, but I’m dying to sink myself into her warm, wet body.
“Fuck, Sammy, don’t stop,” Naomi moans out, gyrating her hips against my mouth.
I wouldn’t dream of stopping, holding firm as she shows me just where I need to lick to get her where she wants so badly to go.
It doesn’t take long.
I pump her and lick as her body goes taut and her breath catches, followed quickly by the spasms and cries of pleasure that I know I’ll be hearing in my dreams.
She pours into my waiting mouth, and I lick her up. A communion. A prayer.
She pulls away before I’m ready and I sit back on my heels, eyes closed, trying to come down from the high of her taste on my tongue.
“What did I hear about bending me over the counter?”
I look up to find Naomi still leaning forward, looking seductively at me over her shoulder. The last thing I want to do is keep her waiting. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you on this counter, princess. The only question is how many more times I can get you to scream like you just did.”
She bites her lip and watches as I rise to my feet and drop my pants, achingly hard erection bouncing back up and slapping my stomach.
“Is that for me?” she asks, breathless.
“It’s always for you, princess. Everything is for you.”
I slide one hand up to grip her hip as I drive myself into her without another word. We both moan as my tip slides deeper into her body, settling at the hilt.
“Do you know how good it feels to sink my bare cock into your pussy?” I don't know how I’m managing to get the words out with no breath left in my body.
Naomi just shakes her head where it hangs, forehead nearly touching the mahogany cutting board.
“It feels like diving off a cliff, straight into heaven.”
Naomi laughs softly, her body shaking and pussy clenching tightly around my cock. “You are quite the poet, Sammy.”
I shake my head, eyes glued to the place where I’m sliding out of her body right to the tip before slamming back in. “I wasn’t until I met you, princess. You do something to me.”
“Something poetic?” Naomi moans as I hit my stride, gripping both of her hips and working her body as she holds onto the countertop.
“Yeah,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Something poetic.”
There are so many more things to say, so many more ways she’s changed me in just the short time I’ve been blessed with her presence, but I can’t find the words in this moment.
And I know I don’t need to. I have time to tell her everything.
“I love you, princess,” I say, and the words tip me over the edge. I buckle at the core as I spill inside her, eyes clenching closed against the onslaught of nearly debilitating pleasure. I somehow manage to stay on my feet and pump through it, Naomi’s body tightening around my cock, sucking my orgasm from me.
I let her have it.
When my brain finally clicks back into gear, I pull her up until her back meets my chest and she’s wrapped tightly in both arms.
We’re both still breathing heavily and after a moment, our breathing syncs up and we’re like one set of lungs. Her heart pounds in time with mine and it’s one heart.
“I love you, too, Sammy.”